Friday, February 27, 2015

Kind of basic ones like no talking about my job, no getting too personal and not hurting anyones feelings.

Other than never talking about my job, I find a grey area with the others. There has been a lot going on personally and I've struggled with no writing about these occurrences.

For the most part it's not even the over sharing that I'm afraid of (hello, blogger) it's more the fear of hurting someone's feelings I care about. I'm not one to air out my dirty laundry, never have been, but where is the boundary?

I don't want to write about disagreements with my family because it's no ones business. I don't want to write about frustrations with my friends because I don't want to hurt them. I don't want to write about deep feeling because well, is that what I'm here for?

Finding my way in this world is interesting.

I have plans in place for giving this little blog of mine a bit of a face lift and I'm not thinking a new direction as much as a new look. Oh and I'll actually put my money where my mouth is and get in front of the camera.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

My ladies at CapFabb just revamped their site and have all of us DMV bloggers so excited about this coming year. If you're a DMV blogger join so we can hang out!

How have I just found Tanya Burr? I'm obsessed and she has revived my love of makeup. I've already bought a few of her suggestions. She's adorable, makes makeup accessible, and has a British accent. What's not to love?!

I'm so into rap and hip-hop music lately and this Nicki Minaj song is what got me.

Mary helped open my eyes (again) to how impersonal Fashion Week can really feel. Along with being my own person fashion icon (the way she dresses neutrals makes me drool) she's insightful about a week most fashion bloggers would die to get a ticket to.

How cute is Emily's room? I'm planning a trip to Ikea soon to vamp up my accessory storage.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Wednesday kicks off one of the most magical times of the year: New York Fashion Week. Streets lined with Amazonian models, caffeine zombie PR girls, and fashion mavens.

Yes, it's my dream environment.

I will taking as many chances as possible to multitask at work so I can catch glimpses of the collections that are live streaming. I will rush home from work to catch up on my favorite bloggers who update all week, and I will be searching my favorite sites for alternatives for my favorite looks.

Fashion week is that magical time of the year when everything is new and fun. It is the week when I actually feel like I have a full understanding of an art form.

Unless you consider drinking wine and dancing to Taylor Swift an art form (cool me too!).

One of these days I'm going to plan a trip up to NYC for a couple days during Fashion Week and just loiter outside of the tents and people watch. I love close enough and that's not creepy, right?

Monday, February 9, 2015

Yesterday I was hungover the majority of the day after a much needed night out with a couple of my nearest and dearest. We drank, we laughed, we danced, we ate pizza after 1AM, and I feel in love with a couple of cats. I finally left the comfort of my bed around 7:30pm to watch the Grammy's and to see what my girl TSwift was wearing.

I wasn't disappointed.

I made these Friday night and they are amazing. Jessica has a few other reciepes on her blog I have to give a whirl.

Sam Smith had a NIGHT last night at The Grammys. It was so deserved, his whole album is like listening magic, but I do love this cover too.

Kanye and I have our moments. Sometimes I can see through the madness to the genius and somtimes I want him to suck it up. Last night he had a performance that had me almost in tears, but also this response to Seacrest shows how awesome he can be.

One of my new favorite guys is the blogger behind The Kentucky Gent. I love this piece he did about perception vs. reality in the blogging world.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Holidays were always a big deal in my house. My mom would decorate in advance, you could guarantee there would be surprises waiting for you at breakfast and your lunch would color coordinate to the holiday colors.

Yeah, even the bread in my lunch would be colored. I told you my mom is the best mom.

This has fostered a healthy love for almost all holidays. I love, love, love Valentine's Day, always have.

What? The forever single girl can't love Valentine's Day?

I love red, I love hearts, and I love love. Just because I don't have a date doesn't meant I can't get dressed up and celebrate.

Now this might be the half bag of dark chocolate Hershey kisses I just ate, or the wild optimism (probably the first) but I have a feeling this Valentine's Day might be one of my favorites.

This is following a tradition of mixing champagne with wine to make sangria and demolishing a platter of sushi with the girls a few years ago.

FYI: I don't recommend this combination followed by all the Bud Lights you have in your fridge then waking up early to go to a two year old birthday party. It hurts.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

If you follow me on IG (an you should, there's wine) you know that we found my sister's wedding dress. What you don't know was the journey was a huge reminder of how customer service completely alters an experience.

I've worked in a form of customer service my whole life, and I've learned a lot of lessons on how to treat a customer and how you, as the employee, should be treated. I was shocked on Saturday.

My sister has never tried a wedding dress on before, so we made an appointment and the three of us shuffled over to the bridal boutique near our town for to begin the search. Little did we know that the agent assigned to my sister decided that Saturday was the day she would ruin everyone's day.

Completely ignoring my sister's taste, she pulled five dresses, and after my mom (who had steam coming out of her head at the time) politely asked for something with straps we were quickly whisked away and my sister was told if she wanted to find a dress she would have to go to a plus size store.

Now, nothing is wrong with plus size (us thick girls need to stick together) but my sister is far from one. It was rude and defeating, and seeing the pain on my sister's face almost made me walk back in and go ninja warrior on the bitch.

Luckily we followed up that trip the next day at another boutique and our agent pulled beautiful dress after beautiful dress and sure enough we found IT.

I continuously am loyal to companies and brands that prove to have exceptional customer service. It's worth the extra money to have that experience.

Trust me when I say, my sister will be the most beautiful bride ever.

I kind of wish we could go back to the boutique and have that Pretty Woman moment.